He'll never be over it.

And they say matches are made in heaven!" "Bah! They are made on earth, and cracked hearts can be mended like any other cracked ware.

'A little crudded milk, fantastical puff-paste,' with a woman's name--and it has power to turn the sunshine black! Let him play the man and put her out of mind!" "He does play the man," answered the other, with spirit.

"He neither sulks nor shirks.

It remains that there was but one woman in the world for him, and that she is at Roselands with Lewis Rand." The Major's book fell with a crash to the floor.